I still own nothing.

Chapter 12

I was ready to face my parents, it had been awhile, but I knew I had to. When Doyle suggested moving again, I knew that was the best place to go, and maybe it would finally give me the chance to talk to my parents, and I knew they would be there because that's where they were most of the time these days.

Doyle got our stuff ready and I held on to him while we disappeared into thin air, and then we were there. Only a few short miles out from the house, I told Doyle to do it that way, so they couldn't see us appear out of nowhere.

The short walk was actually nice. I only started to get nervous when I saw the house. Doyle must have sensed it because he told me to calm down. That's easier said than done.

As we got to the porch I didn't know whether to knock or just go in, but I never had to make that decision because my father opened the door for me.

"It's nice to see you Maura." he spoke and all my fears vanished.

I dropped the suitcases and went towards him. It was like I was a little girl again. He hugged me like he didn't ever want to let go. When I finally pulled back to look at him i noticed how the years had affected him.

"It's so good to see you daddy."

"It's even better to see you baby girl." As he said it I broke down with tears.

I cried for him, for my mother, and Jane. I wanted so much to tell him everything that had happened, tell him I was in love with someone and that she meant everything to me, and I needed to find her, but I didn't even know how to start that conversation. He would never believe me if I told him she was an angel and other angels took her away from me.

When the crying was finished and I introduced Doyle to my father we went inside where I caught sight of my mother, who had tears of her own.

Jane's point of view

I watched the exchange between William and his daughter from the window of the barn. I hadn't really got to see her, but I knew it was his daughter from the look on Williams face.

It made me happy for him to know that maybe now when he spoke of her he wouldn't have this sense of regret and sadness. I backed away from the window.

"Your owners here buddy." i said as I passed his pin.

I went to my room and looked through some of the books William had in here, I didn't have anything better to do so I decided to read.

An hour or so later I heard footsteps; I didn't want to intrude so I stayed in my room and decided to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"He's doing really good Maura." I heard William say.

They were talking about un petit ange.

"You think he remembers me?" I heard a woman ask.

The second I heard the voice my head felt like it was going to explode. I missed the rest of their conversation.

I was too busy dying, this had to be the closet anyone could come to death. That's all I kept thinking to myself. It wouldn't stop; it just continued to get worse as I heard their voices.

With the best of my ability I made it into the bathroom to look for something that would take this pain away, anything. I wanted to down a whole bottle of Tylenol when slowly but surely the pain subsided.

That's when I noticed they were leaving the barn and as her voice grew faint so did my headache.

"What the hell was that?" I said to no one.

I was relieved that it was gone, but trying to figure out why it was there in the first place.

Maura's point of view.

Being in this house going to the barn and seeing un petit ange brought back so many memories, some I had forgotten about until now.

This place right here was one of the best homes I had ever been in as a kid. We moved around a lot but this was it, this was home.

I had dinner with my parents, it was a nice dinner, and it wasn't awkward like the diners we had had when they had come to my place in Boston.

This time we actually had things to talk about, most importantly Doyle.

"So who's the man you came with?" my father asked about half way through dinner.

"He's helping me find a friend that's gone missing."

"How did this friend go missing?"

"We are not really for sure, but I'm going to find her, I'm going to make sure of it."

this was the time to tell them I was in love with a woman. They had never been biased before, and I was hoping that they wouldn't start now.

"Mom, dad I have something I want to tell you."

They looked at each other, and then finally my mother answered.

"What is it honey?"

"This friend, she's more than just a friend I love her more than anything and that's why it so important for me to find her."

I said all this in a rush without taking a breath trying to get it out as quickly as humanly possible.

I watched their faces for some kind of reaction, for horror or discussed, but I got neither one.

"If that's who you love we can't change it, as long as your happy we don't care who you love." my father said.

"I am happy or I was when I knew where she was, if she was ok, but now I just worry all the time, and I can't stop thinking about her."

"Love will do that to you honey, give me until tomorrow and I'll get a hold of my private investigator, and we'll see if we can find her."

I went to bed that night knowing they wouldn't find her, but feeling somewhat of relief knowing they knew I loved a woman and they didn't judge me because of it.